My little one was
beyond disappointed that I didn’t buy myself a cake that was big and flowery. “Mama! I wanted to have a
FARM cake for your birfday!” he sadly announced as I pulled a ginger cake out of the box, prepared to have a lunch of cake and milk. So much for that decadent idea.
He could care less that I was offering up cake for lunch. Whatever he was looking at was b-o-r-i-n-g. “It needs a tractor, Mama. And a farmer. And
aminals.” So, while I was catching up with my sister-in-law my little one dutifully went into the playroom and dragged the buckets of people, animals, airplanes, and vehicles into the kitchen.
He then chose 50 or so items he wanted to put on the cake. Thankfully, a stray piece of drizzle distracted him from putting all of the toys on… I must agree that his farm is cake is more fun on this drizzly, weird day.
Things are looking up.
My little one was beyond disappointed that I didn’t buy myself a cake that was big and flowery. “Mama! I wanted to have a FARM cake for your birfday!” he sadly announced as I pulled a ginger cake out of the box, prepared to have a lunch of cake and milk. So much for that decadent idea. He could care less that I was offering up cake for lunch. Whatever he was looking at was b-o-r-i-n-g. “It needs a tractor, Mama. And a farmer. And aminals.” So, while I was catching up with my sister-in-law my little one dutifully went into the playroom and dragged the buckets of people, animals, airplanes, and vehicles into the kitchen.
He then chose 50 or so items he wanted to put on the cake. Thankfully, a stray piece of drizzle distracted him from putting all of the toys on… I must agree that his farm is cake is more fun on this drizzly, weird day. Things are looking up.
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